Luo Qingxue pulled him down. Waiting for the owner to clean the table, Leng Yunting still felt very unclean and couldn't feel comfortable sitting. His butt was twitching, and even took out a tissue and wiped the table.
Again.
Luo Qingxue naturally knew what he was thinking, but she had no choice but to smile and look at him frowning and clean up alone.
"I think it's dirty?" she smiled. "I was in high school and I visited many places like this in my hometown. Although the taste is good, the environment is really... very ordinary. But you eat it
I won't forget that smell after that, I swear."
Leng Yunting still frowned. He thought that Luo Qingxue's background was not very good in the past, and thought that her family was originally very poor, so he closed his mouth and took out a tissue to wipe the table carefully.
However, Luo Qingxue looked around very freely. The noise and noise made her think of the past.
At that time, a group of people practiced ballet. After class, they didn’t want to go home immediately, so they formed a team to sweep the snack street here.
At that time, Lan Aiqing had not yet entered the team, and at that time, Zhong Yisheng still had a vague affection for her. It can be said that she should have been the most carefree and happiest moment she has ever lived at that time.
——And another point, the reason she wanted to come over.
Here, only a thousand meters away from her home and her home five years ago!
Soon, the steaming casserole was delivered. The scent of the two of them still had a little supper even after they had a little bit of supper.
Leng Yunting was naturally the same. Although he despised the dirty and messy here, the smell rushed straight into his nose, causing his mouth to unconsciously secrete salivary amylase.
"Try it. There are so many people queuing here, and the taste is absolutely good." Luo Qingxue smiled, put down the collar of the erect windbreaker, revealing half of her face. She ate a bite of the vermicelli, and wasn't it smooth.
The mouth is elastic, the same as the taste in my past memory. I took another sip of the soup. The bright soup is the boss’s exclusive secret pork bone soup. Add pepper, fresh and hot, and drink it in the middle of winter to make it particularly warm.
Especially, she never thought that she would still be here in her lifetime and eat the taste of her memory!
Leng Yunting saw that she was eating with relish, so he tried to taste it. This time, he immediately opened his taste buds. When did he eat such a thing since he was a child? He suddenly felt fresh and extremely surprised.
Even after dinner, I lowered my head and started eating in big mouthfuls.
The two of them get together, although their clothes are still extraordinary, but for ordinary people, whoever has nothing to do always see what brand of your clothes is? They just think that the clothes of these two people are stylish and look very good.
Although Luo Qingxue likes the taste here, she is an actor after all, and needs to maintain her figure. After moving a few bites, she put down her chopsticks with satisfaction. On the contrary, Leng Yunting, anyway, the man has a big appetite, so she sat for a whole morning.
The car has a bad appetite and hasn't moved much for dinner. This time I came here, I ate the casserole. After that, I raised my head with an unsatisfactory look on my face. Luo Qingxue smiled and reached out to wipe his mouth with a tissue.